I initially wrote this waaaaaay back in, oh, I don't know, February of 2004? I don't actually know. And then I did start a blog , which, though short-lived, was a good release for the utter foolishness that was (still is?) Publish America. I'd link them too, but my therapist said that would probably stir up my PTSD again.
I would branch out and start a new special blog for my new special job if I thought anyone actually kept up with this. At this point it has become solely for my own gratification...and I like it this way.
My favorite line of the day from the book I am currently editing:
"Memories keep us alive, don’t they? They have to be refreshed for our psychological health. My cousin, who is a fine orthopedic surgeon, told me so!"
This one, my friends, is a real winner. At first I thought, ooo, what a spare and emotionless writing style this author has--trying to say something about his tragic background without melodrama. And then, I realized that in point of fact, this person simply cannot write. Oh dear.
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